DE HUMANA PROPORTIONE

1. Prologo
Quid est homo?
Quolibet quassu vas et quolibet fragile iactatu. Non tempestate magna, ut dissiperis, opus est; ubicumque arietaveris, solveris.
Quid est homo?
Inbecillum corpus et fragile, nudum, suapte natura inerme, alienae opis indigens, ad omnis fortunae contumelias proiectum.
Quid est?
2. Amore
Love gives naught but itself,
Love takes naught but from itself.
When love speaks to you, believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams.
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard.
Love is su"cient unto love.
Follow him.
3. Doni
Poco è donare i propri beni,
Dare è offrire sè stessi.
Dare è vivere, serbare è morire.
4. Bellezza
Beauty is kind and gentle.
She walks among us, shy of her own glory.
Beauty is of soft whisperings.
She speaks in our spirit.
Beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.
It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,
But rather an image you see though you close your eyes,
And a song you hear though you shut your ears.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.
5. Leggi
Stilate.
Emanate.
Infrante.
Leggi infrante.
Infrante come castelli di sabbia,
Eretti e distrutti in riva al mare.
Il mare ride quando castelli crollano.
Il mare ride solo con gli innocenti...
Il mare ride...
Ride...
6. Pietà
Pity the nation that wears a cloth it does not weave, eats a bread it does not harvest.
Pity the nation that acclaims the bully as hero, and that deem the glittering conqueror bountiful.
Pity the nation that despises a passion in its dream, yet submits in its awakening.
Pity the nation that raises not its voice save when it walks in a funeral.
Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox, whose philosopher is a juggler.
Pity the nation whose sages are dumb with years and whose strong men are yet in the cradle.
Pity the nation divided in fragments, each fragment deeming itself a nation.
Pity the nation.
Pity our nation.
Pity.
7. Ragione
Let your soul exalt your reason to the height of passion, that it may sing.
8. Morte
You would know the secret of death.
Seek it in the heart of life.
Life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
9. Prologo
10. Epilogo (Umano ?)
Si j’étais Dieu, et j’avais son âge, je serais découragé.
Si j’étais Dieu, j’aurais pitié du coeur des hommes.
Hommes découragés.
Si...
Je suis...
Si j’étais...
Être... Dieu... Si j’étais Dieu...
(liberamente tratto da Lucius Annaeus Seneca, Khalil Gibran, Paolo Longo)